Its early evening when I wander into the misty place. The narrow gullies lie just behind the epic New Road. Its the gullies of TehBahal. I'm walking a path I used to walk when I was a little kid. I know its just my imagination, but the place has a nostalgic smell. Even the shopkeeper at the sweets shop looked familiar, probably just another imagination. The gullies twist and turn revealing new shops and new faces. Food stalls along the road and people around it seems chatty and joyous. They all put a smile on my face. This is a part of new Kathmandu.
Finally I reach a big courtyard. The temple stands invincible in the same place as the last century. The atmosphere is enchanting. The street lamps around the place emit the tantalizing chrome light which diffuse in the air and let the whole area glow golden reminding me of its magnificence. Everything about the place is mesmerizing, specially when my mind has been worn out after a long week. The vendors running around trying to sell the flowers or the worship wicks, devout people visiting the temple or the stray dogs scratching their ears and sniffing around; they all move in a predictable and sort of animated way. It is all so amusing.
How long had it been? Five years? Yes, five years since I had last been to this place. Never religiously though. But the place always made me bow, I was and am awed.
Still I believe, God is dead.
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